Eight Days in a Binding Contract

I am again without attention. My mouth is really beginning to ache more than I can tolerate, my jaw muscles are cramping, and the inside of my mouth is getting rubbed raw from the ring. It’s been held open much longer than I ever have had a gag in my mouth before, too long. “Yellow,” I call out, almost unintelligently due to the gag. Sir Michael asks what’s wrong. With difficulty I communicate that I need the gag taken out. It will not be easy because they hope not to disrupt the wrap securing my head . But with a little minor creative cutting they get to the edge of the metal frame where the head strap snaps on, Sir Michael is able to unsnap it and with some tugging and pulling this device is free of my mouth. I can’t believe the relief. I am able to close my throbbing jaw. I want to massage it, but my body is bound. My head still is firmly held. Instead, I open and close my mouth numerous times. It will be sore and aching for some time. I was given a drink. I feel better. I am back to being at peace with my situation.

Just a little while passes, maybe fifteen to twenty minutes, it’s impossible to tract the passage of time in this state when…oh, oh, oh, someone is playing with my dick and balls. Nice. Very nice. They are being massaged, stroked, fondled. Now what feels like lotion is being applied. My limp little man starts to respond, grow, stiffen. My response seems to cause the actions of whoever is touching me to slow a bit. I remain in a state of semi-arousal. After a few minutes a feel a hand wrap around my shaft and firmly grasp it. I think I’m about to get a hand job, but no, I feel something at my slit pushing against my dickhead while still being grasped. The next sensation is something being squeezed down my urethra. Cold, a funky feeling like I’m being plugged up. My dick is released, nothing is being pushed into me anymore, but my pee tube feels funny. I’m grasped again and I feel some being pushed against my slit, then it’s withdrawn. It happens again with a slightly different feel. Again, something cold is pushed into my slit and withdrawn. And again, the same thing happens. Then again.

While I have no experience whatsoever with whatever is happening to me, it dawns on me, ‘Sounding’. I know it too is on the list in the contract, but again it was one of those things I thought were on the list for titillation effect when reading the document. I didn’t think it would really be performed. My mind is immediately anxious, and I feel myself tensing up. The touching of my slit stops and the massaging and fondling of my dick and balls again starts. Ahhhhh, this is wonderful. I relax again, just enjoying, hoping I won’t pop. That would surely get me in trouble. Ohhhhh. I’m semi-erect again when I feel something at my slit again. This time it is being pushed slightly harder, I feel like I am opening up, my slit feels forced yet accepting, if that makes any sense, then there’s withdrawal. More fondling and then a push again, I feel myself opening up deeper, I don’t know how to resist or push it back, not sure I want to. No pain, it’s just a new crazy sensation, pleasurable but in a weird way. I can tell whatever is going into my dick is being pushed very slowly. Its then pulled back, but not out, then slowly forward again. My dick feels like it is getting hard, one hand seems to be pushing and pulling what feels like a hard smooth stick into me while the other glides over and around my dick and balls. Extra lotion is applied to my balls, it’s cold and slippery allowing effortless movement over them and my member. Heaven. Ohhhh. And the stick slides back out a little, then moves forward, deeper. I can’t judge the distance. Amazed there is no pain, no burning. Feels maybe a little itchy, maybe not. And I can’t move, I am completely immobile, I’m consciously straining at my bonds, I want to see, I can’t. All I can do is concentrate on the feelings. I’m going wild. I feel it again being slightly pulled back, then forward movement. A new feeling, like I’m being expanded. Like the stick is just a hair bigger than the tube, pushing its way through. But the tube seems to be easily expanding to take it. No friction on the walls, whatever was squirted in me must be working.

It is definitely an intruder, but the mind seems to be OK with it, inviting the violation. Still a feeling of coldness, not sure if the stick is cold or I’m just shivering down there from the actions taking place. No, ‘sounds’ are typically surgical steel, that must be why it’s cold. Whatever, while it feels strange, its good, I’m having a combined feeling of anxiousness and joy. Stroking my dick and balls adds to the current bound jubilation. Further in, and further in. With every gain a little retreat, then a march forward. The stimulation in amazing. Further in it travels, goodness, how long is this thing? I think it has journeyed longer than the length of my dick. I know almost nothing about sounding, mainly it is putting a stick in your dick. The ones I see online look like elegant, sometimes straight sometimes slightly curved, rounded piece of steel with a small tapering bulge at the insertion end. Some have bumps, the one in me doesn’t feel like it has them. Don’t know if it is straight or curved.  I seem to remember from pictures that they come in kits and are about five to seven inches long and different thicknesses. Well, I know I’m not seven inches long so that thing must be headed inside of me, not sure where it will end. Still no pain. I seem to be accepting it. My dick seems to be getting more and more erect. 

It then feels like the palm of the hand that is pushing the sound is cupping around my dick head gently tapping on the sound. It must be all the way in. Still no pain. Still feels funny, exhilarating. Must be a little sticking out as I feel what seems like a finger and a thumb resting on my dick head and jiggling the rod ever so slightly up and down my tube. That causes even wilder sensations. My breath is taken away as a vibrater has been added to the mix. It is resting on the head of my dick pressing against the sound, I’m being vibrated all the way down to my balls from the inside while being masturbated outside by a master craftsmen OOOOOOhhhh wow. I’m sure I am groaning out loud, but I can’t hear myself. I only feel my vocal cord vibrating from inside. I’m now being massaged and stroked in intensity that I have never experienced. So many sensations. I’m hard, maybe as hard as I have ever been. My thousands of nerves on my dick are being stroked, there a smooth rod stimulating and buzzing whatever nerve endings are in my pee tube, and I have multiple days of double doses of Cialis chemically contributing its part. I’m on fire and my dick is hard, I don’t think it has ever been harder. On and on, this is incredible. I love it but it is going to make me explode and I don’t want to and there is absolutely nothing I can do, bound in place tighter than I have ever been. Harder than I ever been.

What happens if a blow my load? Can that even happen with a rod plugging up my urethra? If it happens, I’m sure I’ll be punished, deservingly so, I know a subservient may never orgasms without permission, I’ve watched the videos, I read the stories! What do I do? If I call out, I’m a bad cunt, if I cum, I’m a bad cunt. If I call out Yellow, he stops, I surely don’t want that as I think may be the best feeling I have ever had down there. I’m screwed. This thought distraction is helping hold off my ejaculation but I’m getting close again. Oh my God, oh my God, ohhhhh myyyy god, the sound is being slid back, slowly in and out in small increments but is definitely headed outward. The stroking of my dick is increasing. The vibrator has been placed under my balls. The sound is out I think, no its just at the tip. Too much, too much, too much stimulation, I can’t stop, I try but I can’t, I’m too late… and I feel myself having a huge ejaculation.

My dick is pulsating, the sound has been pulled out and a hand is cupping the top of my dick as another keeps stroking. This is one of the strongest climaxes in years, maybe ever. Instinctively my body tries to pull away from the hands to stop the stimulation, but I can’t move at all. My jizz is being pulsed out and I think being collected by the hand that was on top of the head. The stoking hasn’t stopped, I’m in overload, my dick is quivering, and my whole body is shaking as I try to get away from the hand, but I can’t. My absolute ecstasy is moving toward anguish, “ohhhhhh please leave him be!” The one hand moves away from my dick head, a second later it is at my mouth, as the other continues to tease me. My cum has been harvested and now is being deposited onto my lips which I unintentionally open when they are touched. I hear faintly at my ear through the music, “Keep your mouth open or I’ll put the gag back in.” And I obey.  The hand wipes the remaining cum across my lower lip and it drips into my oral opening. I hear again someone talking loudly over the music in my ear, “Lick your lips, cunt.” Again, I obey.

Like most men, I have tasted my own cum before, both after masturbating and even from licking my wife’s pussy following intercourse. It is doable, but far from my favorite meal. It coats my tongue and I do my best to try swallow it. There is actually more than I expected, but then I have been sexually stimulated a lot over the last few days, I would expect production to be up, and I’ve never been excited like this. My attention to my mouth is quickly overcome by what is still happening down south. I am being milked, post climax masturbation. It is occurring in earnest and is extremely vexing. I can’t escape it and that I’m sure is exactly what my abuser is exploiting. I feel my dick being gripped and my dick opening again being filled with what I guess is sounding lube again.

Must be, because my urethra is soon being re-assaulted with the sound. Feels tighter. Different size? And the cycle begins again, the rod being push slowly inward, pulled back, then pushed forward again, deeper and deeper while the demon keeps playing with my dick and balls, massaging and stroking relentlessly. It is much harder this time to enjoy the masturbation as the body wants to shut down and rest after blowing a load. I’m not being offered that luxury. The intent of milking is to sexually abuse the victim and success is being achieved. It takes a while of being worked over, but the body begins to accept, then respond, now getting highly re-excited by the cruel stimulation. And in time, there is a second climax, certainly not with the discharge volume of the first, but what is dispersed is quickly gathered and fed to me again.  The exhilaration and jubilation by the end matched the first round.

And we are at rest. The taste of ‘me’ this time has a noticeable added taste of gel which I assume is the lubricant expelled with my cum. I’m exhausted. My muscles are beat from stressing against my bondage. And my mouth and jaw hurt a lot. The aftereffects of a way too long session of being propped open. My nose is stuffed up from the pressure applied to my sinuses from the wrap stretch across my face. With my load shot, twice, my sexual arousal has been lost for the time being. It makes this rest period, assuming that is what this is not nearly as enjoyable. Fantasies are not dancing through my head. I drift off.